A Memoir of Schizophrenia

Today is May 12, 2014. I am alive and well.

A few of us go on Oprah, say God is Love, and make millions. Than there are those of us who are fiercely convinced God is Love without a dime. I work in a library. I can’t tell you how many books there are spouting spiritual beliefs. And usually, it all comes down to the same thing, God is Love.

It baffles me that one person’s beliefs make the New York Times Best Seller List, whereas another person’s beliefs remain at the side of the bed where she just got up from praying. Some of us write. Some of us don’t. I guess it’s just in the way you type God that makes all the difference. Is God more powerful in Times New Roman than in the font Arial Black?

I do believe that things are as they’re supposed to be. Those who make millions on writing about God, are suppose to be making those millions. Those who say “I love you God” from the side of their bed are suppose to be given ease and comfort and a fiercely peaceful heart.

It is good to know that loving God for a dime is equally as powerful as loving God for a million. And I do believe that those who make a million loving God, would give up their millions if they could only find ease and comfort and a fiercely peaceful heart in loving God for a dime.

A little girl loses control of her red wagon in which she’s seated and says “help.” God hears this regardless of her age, race, class, gender, and makes certain she lands in the grass rather than slamming into the brick wall. The little girl may not know God yet, but she will remember that saying “help” helped.

There is a power out there. I hope you find yours even if you believe the power is internal. Atheists have might, also. Atheists can be in awe of the world just as the priest bending to light a candle.

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Someone has loaned me your book “Mind Without a Home.” As I scan the pages, it looks like a very insightful read, especially since I am the “coach” and caregiver for my adult son who developed schizophrenia at age 21 while a junior at MIT some 30 years ago and now lives somewhat independently in the community. He is a very intelligent, sensitive, and kind man. I can identify immediately with your words and look forward to reading your book. I live in Scottsdale, too. My husband has taught English in SUSD for over 40 years. I was an English teacher, too, but retired early in 1983 to keep our son alive. Thank you for writing this book.